Ok, I'm now going to give responses to the reviews! Yay! ^_^ Oh, and I only got one review last time. Don't you people like this story? I don't think that many people are reading it... oh well, I like it, so I'm going to continue writing on it whether you people like it or not. (I know three of you like it, at least, thanks you for the lovely reviews)
Helga243: oh yeah, I forgot! Silly me! Thank you for the reminder! (Lol) That used to be my favorite movie... I should have remembered...
Disclaimer: I own it just as much as my dad owns the Tycoon games. (You know, like roller coaster tycoon, zoo tycoon, etc.)
Helga had stopped crying immediately, and stared at Phoebe like she had said that doors could turn themselves upside down if you told them to. "Me? Scared of football head's story? Ha! Plus, Pheebs, if it was just an illusion, how could it breathe down my neck?!" she shrieked, and Phoebe gave her an honestly confused look. Helga nodded her head, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't have an answer now do you, miss 'I'm-so-smart!'?" Phoebe's expression went back to normal, and she shook her head to clear her thoughts.
'How could she have felt... unless...' Phoebe thought, and sighed, finally finding an explanation. "It's obvious, Helga. It was a breeze! You felt a breeze coming from our window, because I left it open this morning." she said, and Helga had to really think hard on that one. Phoebe did have a point, but Helga knew what she felt on her neck, and it was NO breeze.
"Sure Pheebs, sure. It was a breeze, whatever. But I know what I felt, and it was no 'breeze.' Well, anyway, I'm going to go pack. Come on, Pheebs, you're coming with me this time." she said, trying not to lose it and show that she was still as scared as before, just not showing it. They began to walk up the stairs, when Krystle jumped in front of them, making Helga screech a small, barely audible, scream. "What?!" she asked her cousin, in a more than annoyed manner. Krystle slightly chuckled at her cousin who was such a chicken, but still acted like she never got unnerved.
"I'm coming with you two, because I need to pack too." she stated simply, and the three girls walked upstairs into the room that they insisted that they share, even though the maximum kids in one room was suppose to be two.
Helga walked to her bag, and looked at the spot behind it. She gulped, and pointed to that spot, making the other girls look there. "That's where I saw the girl. Then I ran as fast as possible out of this room and she disappeared." she said nervously, slightly shaking. Phoebe gave her a confused look, making Helga raise half of her unibrow. "What is it, Pheebs?" she asked, and Phoebe just shook her head, her left hand going in a circling motion.
"If you were running downstairs, how could you see her disappear?" Phoebe asked, and Helga opened her mouth then shut it quickly as if she had said 'oh,' but just with no noise escaping her mouth.
"I wanted to make sure she didn't follow me, so I watched her as I ran out, but as I did, she just up and disappeared! Just like that!" she said snapping her fingers, and shaking her head slowly a couple times.
"Ok, well, let's just stop talking silly talk and start packing!" Krystle said, and began to pack. Helga spun to her, instantly mad. 'Silly talk?' she thought. Her eyes were so deadly looking right now, that if you looked into them, you would catch on fire. Krystle didn't seem to notice, because she was too busy packing, and humming 'Traveling Soldier' by Dixie Chicks (a/n: that song is SSSSOOOO sad!! I'm listening to it right now... wwwwahhh ;_; *sobs* I'm actually crying right now). Helga was facing towards Krystle, and facing her bag. No one seemed to notice Phoebe, who was staring behind Helga in pure terror.
"Silly talk? SILLY TALK!? What would YOU do if you saw someone you didn't know in a ghost town?!" she asked, and Krystle, being Helga's question, came up with a witty retort. She smirked, but Helga couldn't see it, because she hadn't turned to face her yet.
"Probably shake her hand and ask her name!" she said, and turned to Helga. She froze, and her eyes widened, but Helga didn't notice; well, at least, not yet anyway. Helga scowled, and crossed her arms, getting angrier by the minute.
"What if we saw her right now? Would you do that? Huh?! Huh?!" she asked, then finally noticed Phoebe and Krystle's terrified looks. She froze, and gulped, figuring she knew what they saw. "She's right behind me, isn't she?" she asked, but half sighed, but also in a very scared voice. Phoebe and Krystle nodded as Helga turned around to see the same exact girl. Except now she had a more sorrowful look to her, but Helga and the others were too scared to notice it.
"Hi. Could you please help-" she was cut off by Phoebe's sudden loud, blood curdling scream, which then started the other girls screaming. They rushed by the girl, and down the stairs to the kitchen. The ghost looked sadly towards the door as she slowly began to fade away. "Help me find something..." she whispered as she completely disappeared. No one noticed her, because they were already downstairs in the kitchen, screaming bloody-murder.
Mr. Simmons had seen the girls running down the stairs, and sighed an exasperated sigh. "What is it this time?" he asked as they all ran, still screaming, up to him. They finally hushed up, and told him.
"It was her again!" Helga stated, almost pulling her hair out.
"Helga is correct!" Phoebe breathed.
"She was standing right behind Helga, in all her ghostly scariness!" Krystle said, shaking her head. Arnold's jaw dropped, because now four-including himself-people had seen her! Well, he had just seen her smile and eyes, but that still means that he saw her!
"You MUST believe me NOW, Mr. Simmons!" Arnold exclaimed, and Mr. Simmons looked over at him, frowning. (A/n: I know, Mr. Simmons is a bit OOC, but wouldn't you think he would be if he really was in a ghost town and a bunch of kids were saying they were seeing a ghost?)
"Well, I'm beginning to believe it, but not to the extent of finding this 'ghost girl.' Now, Karli, Mr. Morgan, and Ms. Jared, you three will stay in here and watch the kids, while I go out and look around the bus to see how much damage there is, and if we can fix it." Mr. Simmons said as he stood up and walked out of the inn.
Suddenly, Krystle just exclaimed, "She had green eyes and black wavy hair!" everyone looked at her strangely, before Helga and Phoebe nodded their heads in agreement. Arnold slightly nodded his head, and walked closer to Krystle.
"Yeah, I knew about the green eyes, because I saw them about... three times." he said, and Krystle made an 'oh' shape with her mouth. "What I saw of her was creepy!" he said, and shuttered, remembering what she had looked like. Quickly, but only for a second, the lights from the bus flashed in his mind. 'One of the lights was green...' he thought, furrowing his eyebrows in thought. This was getting more mysterious as the day went on, and it was only the morning!
"Boy howdy! I sure hope that spooky girl doesn't visit ME in the night!" Sid exclaimed, becoming paranoid from all of this 'ghost girl' talk. Gerald looked over at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Uh, Sid, tonight is about..." Gerald started, looked down at his watch, then looked back up at Sid, "13 hours from now. You can stop being so paranoid now." he stated, making Sid look at him with eyes that were clearly filled with fear.
"But what if she comes NOW?! Huh? Huh? WHAT THEN?!!? We're going to DIE!!" he shouted in a panic, and ran under a table to hide from 'ghost girl.' Gerald rolled his eyes, and grabbed a doughnut off of the plate, then stuffed it in his mouth.
"Quit overreactin', Sid." he said, but it came out, "mmft mmvrmmmctn, mmfd." so no one could really understand what he said, and Sid just stared at him from underneath the table.
Suddenly, they all heard a loud growl, coming from Arnold. They all looked at him with an eyebrow raised, making him slightly chuckle. "I didn't realize how hungry I am." he said, grabbing a doughnut off of the plate on the table that Sid was under. "By the way, how in the world did we get these?" he asked looking at Helga, who looked over at Harold, then back to Arnold.
"Pink boy over there had then in his suitcase." she said, sitting down on the nearest chair, and pointing over her shoulder with her thumb at Harold, who frowned.
"Don't call me pink boy!" he shouted, and Helga didn't respond, so he stormed over to the table with the doughnuts on it. "Madam fortress mommy..." he muttered under his breath, glancing back over at Helga.
"This is awful!" Krystle exclaimed suddenly, shaking her head, and almost pulling her hair out. "I can't believe we're STUCK HERE!!!" Helga groaned, and buried her face in her hands, shaking her head. 'Great, she gets paranoid. This is perfect.' Helga thought, looking up from her hands at Krystle.
"We might not be, Krystle. The bus might still be working, or someone might come through here." Arnold (of course) stated, making Helga look over at him, an annoyed look in her eyes.
"Arnold, you have forgotten something." she stated, making him look back at her with a raised eyebrow.
"What's that?"
"THIS IS A GHOST TOWN!! NO ONE WILL COME THROUGH HERE!!! AND ANOTHER THING, THE BUS IS MANGLED!! THERE WERE PIECES OF IT EVERY WHERE!!!" she shrieked, making Arnold stare at her. Then it sank into Arnold's dense football shaped head what she had said, and he frowned at her.
"Don't be so pessimistic, Helga! Someone MIGHT come through, you never know!" he said, and walked over to Helga who was just staring at him, a scowl firmly planted on her face.
"Well, you're too optimistic, someone has to tell you reality!" she said, making him growl. 'Hmm, never heard Arnold growl so loudly...' she thought with a slight gulp.
"Pessimist!" he shouted, making her growl back at him.
"Optimist!" she shouted back. Then Arnold stood completely back up, shaking his head.
"What a pointless fight." he muttered, before going over to Gerald to visit with him.
Mr. Simmons walked in suddenly, with a disappointed look on his normally cheery face. "Well, we might be here longer than I thought. The bus is squash, and no one will possibly come through here." he said solemnly, and Helga jumped up, unforeseen fear jumping into her.
"I was correct?! NO!!! We're trapped in here with a ghost?! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!" she cried, tears coming down her face. Harold began crying too, and fell down onto his knees.
"We have barely any food! We're going to starve to death!" he cried, making Helga stop her crying fit, and look at him like he said that she was a kidnapper.
"What are you talking about?! You have a suitcase full of DOUGHNUTS!!!!" she shrieked, and Harold stopped crying, then smile.
"Oh yeah!"
"Hey Gerald, want to come upstairs with me and pack?" Arnold asked with a sigh, and Gerald shook his head vigorously.
"I think I'll do that later, ok man?" he asked, and Arnold looked at him with a please-I'm-too-scared-to-go-by-myself look.
"Please, Gerald!" he begged, and Gerald shook his head again. Arnold sighed, and began to walk towards the stairs slowly. Harold began to laugh at Arnold, because of how he was acting.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hey Arnooooold, what's the matter? Afraid that the big bad girl is going to get you if you go upstairs by yourself?" Harold half asked, half laughed. Arnold smirked, and looked behind himself at Harold.
"No, of course not. Would you like to come with me, Harold?" he asked, and Harold shook is head the same way Gerald had. "Ok, then don't tease me about being scared, because you're just as scared." he commanded, and Harold looked down at his shoes. Arnold turned around to go up the stairs, paused once, but walked up the stairs into his room. "There is no one in here... there is no one in here... there is no one in here... there is no one in here..." he chanted under his breath, when he suddenly felt a old breeze pass by him, freezing him in his tracks.
"No one but you and me..." he heard a female voice say, but almost didn't hear it, 'cause it was like it came on the breeze. He began to shake, and turned slowly around. When he did, he saw the girl with her wavy black hair and green shining eyes. He began to breath heavily, before he began to scream, and began to run out of the room. "Wait! Can you help me?" the girl said, making him stop. Oh no, him and his helping habit. He could never turn someone down for help.
He turned around, and looked at her. "What do you mean? Why do you need my help?" he asked, and walked over to her. He was still terrified, but you all know how he is. 'Mr. Helpful.'
"I need you to help me find something." she stated, and walked over to the bed. Arnold followed her, and they both sat down on it.
"Ok; what is it? I can help you." he said, and she smiled at him, a very wide smile. He smiled back, then began thinking about something. "Hey... I was wondering if you lived here?" he asked, and she nodded her head vigorously.
"Yeah! Ever since 1850!" she said, and Arnold's smile faded away, replaced by a look of shock. His eyes were completely wide.
"What!?"
"Yeah, I know, I'm kinda old for the way I look... the whole reason why I look the way I do, is because I died when I was 14. So, I still look 14." she stated, a huge smile still plastered on her pale face. Arnold nodded his head, and looked across the room at the wall.
"Oh, ok then." he said, then shivered as if he had a chill, and looked towards the door, that was open. "It's a little cold up here, isn't it?" he asked, and looked to the girl who was giving him a confused look. "Oh... I forgot, you're a ghost, you can't feel cold or hot." he said, and looked down at his feet. "Sorry about that."
"Ah, it's ok, I've gotten used to not feeling anything. Oh, and the reason it's cold is because the window is open. I'll close it for you." she stood up, glided over to the window, shut it (as best a ghost could), then glided back over to the bed, and sat down.
"Thanks. By the way... something has been bugging me since I got here. Why did everyone leave this town, anyway?" he asked, and she looked up at the ceiling sadly.
"It all started after I died. First, after I died I stayed here cause it's always been my home, and I began to kind of scare people. Rumors spread about this inn, and everyone became scared and began to leave. Eventually my mother and father left the inn and me here alone because they also became scared of me. Everyone that has ever seen me has became scared. I really don't know why!" she began to cry, as much as a ghost could that is. Arnold gave her a sympathetic look, and put his hand on her shoulder. Surprisingly, it actually was ON her shoulder.
"I think that might be because you're really pale, and are a ghost." he mentioned, and she nodded her head, slowly. She looked up at him, and sighed.
"Why aren't you scared and running away?"
"Actually, I'm so scared I can't move, but also I'm the most helpful person I know. I can't leave anyone to sort out their own problems." he laughed, and looked up at the ceiling.
"Oh, then I guess I won't tell you that you don't have to help me if you don't want to." she laughed, and stood up, soon followed by Arnold. She turned to him, and smiled. "Ok then! Now, I gotta tell you my name, so you don't have to call me 'ghost girl' any more." he looked at her strangely, and she giggled. "I can hear and go through walls, don't you think I've heard your conversations? Ok, my name is Callista. Got it? Now, the thing I need help finding is my mom's old jewelry box." she said, and Arnold raised an eyebrow at her.
"A... jewelry box?" he almost laughed, but saw Callista's serious look, and stopped himself before he started.
"Yes!"
"What room did you last see it in?"
"The one you slept in last night." Arnold, yet again, gave her a strange look.
"This one?"
"No, the other one. You know, when you got scared of me?"
"Oh, ok, let's go see if we can go find it in there." he said, and ran to Mr. Simmons' room to look for the jewelry box. When he got in there, Callista was already there. He looked around, and raised an eyebrow. "I don't see... any jewelry box." he said, and looked back at her to see her slap her head. "What?"
"I just remembered!" she exclaimed, and ran over to the fireplace. She grabbed a candlestick, pulled down on it, and... it fell to the floor. Arnold looked down at it, then back up to Callista, who was shaking her head. "Oops, wrong one." she grabbed another candlestick, pulled down on it, and the fireplace spun around, revealing a secret tunnel. Arnold's jaw dropped.
